Harmony of One
Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, any of its characters, or any thing Love Hina-ish. Ken Akamatsu does. So thank him for creating this awesome manga series.
A/N: A sort of wonder as I write this chapter comes over me that I made the last chapter so angsty, which you probably noted because I say that all the time. Now I generally don't like writing angsty stuff, but of course this is Love Hina and angst/romance is part of everything. The beginning of this chapter is bound to have some angst, but perhaps I'll be able to end it jolly, happy and funny…well, maybe not. Please R&R!
"…" Denotes speech
Italics Denotes thought
Bold Denotes sound effects
Certain Sounds:
GOOMPH! Means Fainting
DOOONG! Means Shock
:blah: Denotes time/time change
A scene/scene change is denoted by an extra line.
Chapter 12: Discord and Harmony
Bullet Train
"Kitsune, what should we do?" Shinobu asked in desperation. Kitsune didn't answer as she gazed out the window, watching the scenery fly by. Shinobu felt like crying for Naru as she did for herself. Of course, put in Naru's situation Shinobu would have picked Keitaro up immediately, but that was never going to happen…the best Shinobu could do was to hope that he would always care about her.
"I don't know," Kitsune finally mumbled. She was uncharacteristically sad, pensive, and it seemed she was on a different world. "It's her problem."
"Kitsune!" Shinobu cried in horror.
"It's her problem!" Kitsune yelled. Shinobu fell silent as her own thoughts took her over. How did it end up like this anyways? Shinobu thought. Horror beyond horror has occurred. Not just Naru has run away, but Kitsune is acting funny! Au, what will happen now! Shinobu wrung her hands in fear. The train rumbled on and finally arrived at their destination. Kitsune, Su, and Shinobu exited in silence, and walked up the stone steps slowly. Kitsune paused when they walked by the tea house.
"Maybe Haruka can help!" Shinobu suggested. Kitsune shrugged and continued up the stone steps. Su bounded after her. Shinobu glanced back at the tea house as she walked up slowly. She put her finger in her mouth the way she always does when she is thinking about something.
"It's not right!" she finally said aloud, and going down she entered the tea house.
"Shinobu!" Haruka greeted. She was sitting down in a chair reading a book as the shop had already closed for the day. "How are you?"
"Um…I-I want to talk to you about something, Haruka-san," Shinobu said. Haruka put down her book.
"Is it about Keitaro?" she asked. Shinobu's face registered shock.
"How…?" she asked.
"What else would you ask me about? What did my nephew do now?" Haruka asked. Shinobu realized that Haruka didn't actually know everything, so she sat down across from her.
"Well…Sempai, ah, went today to t-tell Motoko that, I mean, a response to her con-confession," Shinobu stuttered. Haruka twitched.
"What!" Haruka asked in disbelief.
"And…well, we were listening in and we, we heard him say that he loves Motoko," Shinobu continued. Haruka's eyes widened. "And then, Motoko asked if…if he liked Narusegawa anymore, but Sempai said he didn't feel anything for her anymore…"
"Ah, so that's why she ran away," Haruka said. "It now all makes sense…" Shinobu still continued, however.
"But-but then we went to get her back, and she just didn't answer and started to cry…and now she won't come back!" Shinobu finished, almost in tears herself. "What can we do, Haruka-san!" She started to sniff when Haruka handed her a napkin.
"Th-thank you…" Shinobu said, and she blew her nose.
"I'll deal with this. You just go and do what you normally do," Haruka said, standing up.
"Ok, I will," Shinobu said. They exited the tea shop together.
Keitaro's room
Keitaro's heart was now in two pieces. He would swear if you took it out, it would fall apart in two. What could he do?
"It's my fault, it's all my fault! Blast it, why did I say that!" he muttered to himself. Lies never get me anywhere! That was the problem, this lying business. It didn't help when he first came here, and it definitely didn't help now. Love was such a complicated thing! If only he knew what to do! KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Eh?" Keitaro asked, turning towards the door. Haruka entered.
"Can I come in?" she asked. Keitaro nodded and she closed the door.
"Ah…what do you want, Aunt Haruka?" Keitaro asked. Haruka slapped him. SLAP!
"I want you to call me Haruka-san," she said.
"So…sorry, Haruka-san," Keitaro apologized. He rubbed his red cheek.
"I really shouldn't be hitting Motoko's body like that, but you should learn," Haruka scolded.
"I'm sorry," Keitaro repeated.
"Anyways," Haruka continued, "I heard about your situation from Shinobu."
"Shinobu!" Keitaro exclaimed. "How does she kn-know?" Haruka shrugged her shoulders.
"You can't keep secrets in here for long," Haruka commented. Keitaro, down, muttered.
"I guess so." Haruka sat down on the table in his room.
"Any idea what you're going to do?" she asked. Keitaro shook his head.
"I…well, you know how it is," Keitaro said. "Liking two people."
"No, I don't know," Haruka said.
"Oh, that's right, you only liked Seta-san," Keitaro said. BAM!
"We're not talking about Seta!" Haruka exclaimed, her eye twitching. Keitaro, on the ground, was in pain from the kick Haruka had dished out.
"S-sorry…" he moaned. Haruka sniffed in anger.
"What are you going to do, anyways?" she asked. Keitaro sat up.
"I wish I knew…if only Narusegawa hadn't left…" Keitaro moaned. "I was going to explain things to her."
"Oh? How about you tell me all about it?" Haruka asked. Keitaro hesitated.
"Err…do I have to?" Keitaro asked. "It doesn't really concern—"
"Moron!" Haruka yelled, and she kicked him again. ("OW!") "I'm trying to help YOU!"
"Eh heh, I'm sorry…" Keitaro said. "Well…so you know I confessed to Motoko…"
"Yes," Haruka answered, not sure why she came to help her nephew anymore because she felt angrier and angrier at his annoying personality.
"Well…that's because I didn't want to reject her and hurt her feelings," Keitaro continued.
"Makes sense, since you have probably been like that all your life you didn't want someone else to feel the pain," Haruka said piercing Keitaro ("You didn't have to say it so bluntly…" Keitaro cried).
"Yes, but what is really the matter is that you don't really like Motoko, or at least in not that sense," Haruka said. Keitaro stuck up his hand.
"No! It's not true…I really do…at least I think so," Keitaro said. Suddenly he pulled his hair in frustration. "I don't know anymore!" Haruka crossed her legs and rested her arm on them while her head was placed on her hand. She looked Keitaro straight in the eye.
"So you actually love Motoko?" she asked. When Keitaro looked back, Haruka's eyes seemed to pierce his soul and search deep so that he knew if he lied he would be caught instantly. Not that he was going to lie anyways.
"Yes…" he said.
"Do you love Naru?" Haruka asked.
"Yes…" Keitaro answered.
"Okay, you're screwed," Haruka said, getting up.
"Wait, I thought you were supposed to help me!" Keitaro cried, putting a hand out in desperation, like he was drowning and Haruka was holding a lifesaver out to him.
"Well, that is only possible if you only love one person, Keitaro. I don't think I can help you very much," Haruka said. Keitaro sighed and his whole demeanor dropped several notches. Haruka looked at him and sighed as well. "You're so worthless," she said. "I'll try to help you, but it might not do anything." She sat back down on the table.
"Thank you, Haruka-san!" Keitaro cried.
"Keitaro, you have to answer the questions I ask honestly, otherwise I can't help you," Haruka said. Keitaro nodded, a determined look on his face.
"First…what do they both mean to you?" Haruka asked. Keitaro thought about it for a while. He had gone over this very question in his head, and now that he was asked it he was having trouble verbalizing it.
"Well…" Keitaro finally started, "Motoko is…Motoko. I mean, she seems to me like she couldn't take a rejection and might try to kill herself again, even though she said she wouldn't. I don't know if she has a "special" place in me, but she seems too frail to hurt and I care about her a lot." As he spoke, Haruka mentally slapped herself. Of course Keitaro would talk like this.
"Keitaro, that doesn't tell me anything. You care about everyone, which is a trait I have yet to understand, but do you love her? If you don't, then it would be even worse to say you do," Haruka said.
"I know!" Keitaro exclaimed. "It's my fault, and…I guess I really do love (he blushed) Motoko. I mean, she's really pretty, strong, smart, and…and….I can't really describe it, but Haruka-san if only you knew…" Haruka started to giggle. "What?"
"You sound like a girl," Haruka said, covering her mouth. "But maybe because you are a girl…anyways, what about Naru?"
"Gosh, I don't know what to say. She is so…beautiful, though her temper is a little much, though I don't mind that much. She…can be really nice and…Haruka-san, I can't explain!" Keitaro flustered, giving up. "This is too hard!" Haruka sighed, but spoke.
"Keitaro, I'm going to give you one piece of advice and we'll see if you can follow it," Haruka said.
"Yes?" Keitaro asked. He leaned closer.
"You have to follow what your heart says, then you'll be truly happy," Haruka told him, and she started to leave.
"What! That doesn't help at all!" Keitaro cried as Haruka exited the door. "What is that supposed to mean! Don't leave me with such ambiguity!" SLAM! Keitaro sighed in utter frustration.
"Curses!" he muttered, and sat back down on his floor. Haruka hadn't helped him at all. His problem loomed in his face and threatened to suck his very existence devoid of any pleasure at all.
"Drat!" He knew he had to get rid of one thing, and for that he had to talk to Motoko. He got up and left to find her.
Motoko's Room
Motoko fidgeted with her hands. Maybe she should do something useful now, but she was too…emotionally drained. The departure of Naru had struck her deeply, and she knew or had a good guess that it was her fault that Naru was gone now. But…she hadn't done anything wrong, right? I didn't tell her anything, nor did I say she had to leave…in fact, I didn't even see her before she left! Suddenly, Keitaro entered through the sliding door and he sat down next to Motoko.
"Keitaro!" Motoko exclaimed, her heart starting to beat fast. No…I must be calm… Motoko thought, and taking deep breaths she managed to slow her heart rate down, using a technique that she had used before to ward off excitement before battles so she could keep a clear and cool head.
"Motoko…I need to talk to you," Keitaro said. Slightly blushing, he also grabbed her hand which also cause Motoko to blush a deep red. "You see…ah…"
"Keitaro, you can tell me anything," Motoko said, though she didn't look into his eye when she did. They generally didn't look at each other because, well, they would see themselves and even though it had been several days already…how could you talk seriously to yourself?
"Motoko, forgive me!" Keitaro cried, releasing her hand and bowing low to the ground. He touched his head to the ground. "I lied!"
"What?" Motoko asked, feeling uncertainty swell in her again.
"I…still have feelings for Naru," Keitaro said, and he automatically cringed and waited for something to happen, a blow perhaps. Motoko, however, had been sent into a state of shock. She didn't answer and felt almost like she had been stabbed in the back. "I know I lied before…but I couldn't bare the thought of hurting you then! But I saw the errors of my ways, and now I have to tell you that I still…like Naru." Keitaro looked up slowly. Motoko was sitting there with a vacant expression on her face. It seemed to Keitaro that she was on the verge of tears and his heart was wrung in pain.
"I…" Motoko started to say, but couldn't. She wanted to leave him and go away someplace, but the cowardliness of that action touched something deep inside and forced her to stay. I can't stop loving him even if he says this…but what does that mean? I can forgive him for lying at that moment, but what should I do now? If we break up…I'm sure we'll never switch back.
"Maybe we should call my sister," Motoko said, relying on her old support.
"Eh?" Keitaro asked. "What could she do?"
"Something," Motoko said, and she got up and left leaving Keitaro all alone in her room. He was confused— did Motoko hate him or not? Scratching his head, he got up to follow her.
Hallway
Kitsune was walking down the hallway, back to her usual self it seemed. Shinobu, who was secretly seeing what she was doing, thought that she had given up on Naru, and though she thought it was good that Kitsune seemed happier, what would happen to Naru?
"Heh, I wonder where Motoko and Keitaro are now," Kitsune asked herself. "If anytime is right, right now I need a video camera! Too bad the last one I had broke…" She put her hand on her chin and her face contorted into a "thoughtful" pose, as if mocking it because if anyone really thought about it they would realize that it was incredibly cruel and Kitsune always ended up vilifying herself.
"K-kitsune, shouldn't well tell Sempai about…err, you know, Naru?" Shinobu asked. Kitsune didn't hear or pretended not to. Shinobu's face fell. She was always trying her best, always trying to help everyone and everything; that's why she cooked every day, to serve and help.
"Maybe we can catch them in "love-love" situations," Kitsune murmured. Su bounded in at that moment following Motoko who was trying to get her off.
"Where's Keitaro? Where's Keitaro?" Su asked, while Motoko shooed her away with a hand.
"Yeah, where is your boyfriend?" Kitsune asked, and Motoko flinched at the word "boyfriend" while blushing a deep red.
"He…is not my boyfriend..." Motoko said. She picked up the phone and started to dial, but with everyone eagerly watching her, she put it down again.
"What do you want?" she asked curtly. Kitsune shrugged her shoulders and put her hands palm up in an "I don't know" manner.
"I don't know…perhaps I would be interested in your relationship to Keitaro?" Kitsune asked. Motoko turned away.
"I…don't want to talk to you guys about it!" she declared, head down.
"But why Motoko?" Shinobu asked plaintively.
"Because…it's personal and…hey, how do you guys even know!" Motoko exclaimed, realizing that she had never said anything.
"Oh, a little bird in the sky told us," Kitsune said. "He has very long reaching ears."
"You…you eavesdropped!" Motoko accused.
"Like you could hide it that long," Kitsune said offhand. "I could tell that Keitaro told you something wondrous because you came down floating on 10 centimeters of air."
"Did…did not!" Motoko sputtered. SLAM!
"Motoko-chan, we came to visit!" a voice shouted from the doorway.
"Eh?" Su asked. "Sakura-chan!"
"It's Su! Hello Su!" Sakura cried, running into view while Komachi walked in slowly behind them.
"What's going on?" Komachi greeted. "How have you been, Motoko? What's up?" Komachi was obviously clueless about anything that had just happened.
"Oh…ah….nothing," Motoko lied. She, however, mentally prepared herself for what Kitsune was going to say.
"Everything's normal here," Kitsune said, surprising Motoko. Motoko looked at Kitsune suspiciously, but was interrupted when Keitaro came down.
"Who's here?" he asked. He suddenly heard a squeal and looked to see Su and Sakura jumping towards him with their feet outstretched for a famous "greeting." He dodged.
"Heh, hello Sakura-chan, Komachi-chan!" he waved. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, I asked them to come!" Motoko said. "But…Keitaro, I need to talk with you." With that, she grabbed Keitaro and left.
"Um…what's with them?" Komachi asked.
"Perhaps you should ask them. I need a video camera," Kitsune said, and she left as well.
"Sakura-chan, behave," Komachi said, and she left to find Motoko and Keitaro.
"Sakura-chan, do you want to see my new spy suit!" Su cried. "Let's go, it's ultra cool!"
"All right!" Sakura responded enthusiastically. They left as well.
Keitaro's room
"What's up, Motoko-chan?" Keitaro asked, sitting down at his table where a mug of semi-stale tea sat. Keitaro picked it up and observed it.
"I…I don't want to be out there when everyone knows about 'it'!" Motoko cried.
"Huh? Wait…everyone?" Keitaro asked.
"Yes, especially Kitsune knows!" Motoko cried again. She sat down and sighed heavily.
"I guess having me is that bad, huh?" Keitaro asked. Motoko jerked awake.
"No-no! Keitaro…I love you…but I don't want anyone else to know just yet!" Motoko said. Keitaro, who was still struggling with his own feelings, didn't respond.
"And…Keitaro, I understand that you love Naru as well," Motoko continued.
"Eh?" Keitaro asked. "No, no, I didn't really mean I still like Narusegawa, it was just a joke, just a joke, haha!" Keitaro faked a laugh that would have made anyone but Motoko sweat-drop.
"Keitaro! Please don't lie anymore!" Motoko asked desperately. Keitaro stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry, Motoko-chan," he said. "Okay, it wasn't all lies, I guess I still feel something, but Motoko!" Keitaro suddenly got serious and grabbed Motoko's hand.
"We have to do something, otherwise we'll never get past stage one!"
"St-stage one?" Motoko queried nervously.
"So I suggest even though we both are uncertain what to do, we should go out seriously, like a, ah, (gulp) boyfriend and girlfriend c-couple," Keitaro finished, faltering. Motoko didn't answer. Of course she wanted to, but a couple? What were couples supposed to do? Date, of course, but what was dating? Didn't this lead to…marriage? Motoko loved Keitaro, of this she was certain, but somehow a deep commitment of marriage…the word floated around like lost jetsam and flotsam in her mind, adrift like scattered pieces of bread on a pond. "Well?" Keitaro asked. Motoko took a deep breath.
Doing this with the one man I meet, with the one man I love seems the natural thing to do. My heart feels ready to leap out of my body! This must be what older sister felt.
"Keitaro…yes, yes, I'll do it," Motoko said. She grasped Keitaro's hand.
"Good. Now we'll have to tell everyone," Keitaro said, and as they stood up their door burst open.
"Surprise!" Kitsune shouted, holding a video camera as Komachi walked in. Realizing that they were still holding hands, Motoko and Keitaro blushed red and let go.
"Oh…how are you?" Keitaro asked. Kitsune, however, had picked up on it.
"Keitaro…what were you guys doing in here? Anything…oh, I don't know, "lovey dovey?" she asked, making "quote" signs over the words lovey dovey.
"No!" Motoko denied hotly.
"Actually…" Keitaro started, scratching the back of his head. "I have— no, we have something to tell you," Keitaro corrected himself.
"Oh?" Kitsune asked.
"What is it?" Komachi asked as well.
"Ah…it's really not that important…" Motoko lied.
"We have decided to become a couple," Keitaro said. Komachi was shocked. Kitsune was shocked. Heck, if Haruka had been here, even she would have been shocked. Everyone (well, except for Komachi and Sakura) knew they both confessed, but they would actually go so far as to become officially a couple?
"Mo…motoko…" Komachi stuttered, looking back and forth from Keitaro to Motoko. Keitaro scratched his head nervously when without warning an invisible blast sent him flying. BAMMMO!
"Wahhh!" he cried.
"Urashima!" Motoko exclaimed. "Keitaro!" BZZT! Su and Sakura appeared.
"Aww, it circuit shorted out," Su said. They were oddly dressed, to say the least, in skin tight clothing that everyone assumed was some new invention. "It almost worked."
"Yah, at least we got to greet Kei-kun without him knowing we were coming," Sakura said.
"Sakura! You can't just hit him like that!" Motoko cried.
"Yeah, how would you felt if someone constantly punched your significant other?" Kitsune asked. Sakura gasped.
"Significant other!" she asked. "So now you two are close? He is your…" she stuck up her pinky finger to Motoko.
"What!" Motoko asked. She was on the verge on denial again, but remembering she had agreed, she stopped herself from instinctively shouting no. Why did her body automatically despise the thought? She loved him, but did she want to keep and unrequited love as opposed to a nurturing, healthy relationship? It must be because she was not ready…but when would she? "I guess he is…" Motoko said, head down. Things got even more out of control when a loud shriek was emitted and Motoko felt something…no, someone grabbing onto her legs.
"No Keitaro-sama!" a tear-stained Morita Noriko cried. She was grabbing fiercely.
"I have to be your first girlfriend! I have ordained it! I have planned it! I have planned everything!" she wailed.
"Um…where did she come from?" Komachi asked, sweat-dropping.
"You cannot have a girlfriend!" Noriko moaned. It was truly pathetic.
"Ah…I'm sorry?" Motoko said, not knowing what to do. No one ever told her about things like this!
"Really?" Noriko asked. "You won't go out with that horrible girl? You'll be all mine, forever and ever?"
"Um…that's creepy…" Komachi pointed out, her sweat drop increasing in size.
"No," Motoko said, firmly.
"Waaaaaaah! Keitaro-sama is soooo meaaan!" she wailed again. Keitaro entered in from his recent escapade (namely, getting kicked in the face by Su and Sakura).
"You! Keitaro-sama said he'll love me, so there!" Noriko said, and standing up she grabbed Motoko's neck and kissed her on the lips. DOOOOONNG! To say that they were all shocked was an understatement. Most people there felt like a bulldozer had made a visit and now was running over their bodies several times, each time adding fifty or so kilograms of weight on. At least, this is what Keitaro and Motoko felt, so they both promptly fainted.
"Oh no! Was Keitaro-sama too overjoyed at my proclamation of love!" Noriko asked in astonishment. Komachi's vein twitched and she grabbed Noriko by her collar.
"Out! Out!" she cried while Noriko was swinging and cursing at Komachi, calling her something unmentionable. KICK! Komachi locked the door after her. POUND! POUND! POUND!
"Let me in you mean girl! Let me see Keitaro-sama!" Noriko shouted. Everyone ignored her. Meanwhile, Motoko was alive again and was wiping her lips and coughing.
"That…was not what I wanted…" Motoko said. It disgustingly reminded her of Su's little adventure with her kissing machine, "Krishna-chan."
"Motoko, are you okay?" Keitaro asked. He neared her while she thought. Nasty! That was too disgusting! I hope nothing like that ever happens again. Motoko looked around and saw Keitaro. Unless it's with him. AH! WHERE DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?
"I'm sure Motoko-chan is fine," Komachi said. "She's tough."
"I'm okay…" Motoko said again.
"Don't worry, at least you were a man when it happened!" Kitsune said. Motoko glared at her.
"Motoko, what did it feel like?" Sakura asked.
"What? What are you talking about?" Motoko retorted.
"I mean…you can't have kissed many times before…" Sakura continued, starry eyed and holding her hands together, she went on. "I wish my first kiss to be with a very handsome man who is very rich…but he can't be arrogant, only kind. Oh, and he has to be smart as well. Then he would take me to the park and we could sit together…we'd eat ice cream…go to a movie, aquarium, perhaps a theme park. Then we would sit in the park late at night and…ah, bliss!" Silence ensued as people gave eerie stares at Sakura while large sweat-drops formed on their foreheads.
"Sakura, I don't think such a man exists," Komachi said.
"Such a man must exist…" Sakura answered dreamily.
"So what about this couple business?" Kitsune asked Keitaro and Motoko.
"Well...you know, I thought if we went out it might become more acceptable," Keitaro said scratching his head. "I mean, we do, ah, care about each other," Keitaro finished, putting special thought to what word he used.
"Yes," Motoko agreed. "This is for the best."
"Great, why don't you two kiss to seal the deal?♥" Kitsune suggested. Keitaro sputtered.
"Ki-kitsune! Of course not! Right, Motoko?" he asked. Motoko looked away, blushing. "Eh!" Keitaro asked.
"I don't know if I'm ready yet…" Motoko said. She looked around nervously. "But shouldn't we try?" Keitaro's jaw hit the floor. Since when did Motoko want to kiss? I don't want anymore until I've kissed him! Motoko thought, though she blushed even redder.
"Look, I don't think this is a good idea," Keitaro said. His mind was thinking, however, I don't want to kiss her because I would feel like I'm betraying Narusegawa…although I've already kissed Narusegawa, though it was more like a banging of teeth.
"C'mon, Kei-kun!" Sakura said. "Mo-chan thinks it's a good idea! Right, Komi-chan?"
"Well…only if they both want it," Komachi said. And that was the problem. Any normal guy would have leaped at the chance to kiss someone they like, even if they liked someone else, but Keitaro who has never had a girlfriend nor even someone he really liked at all…
"O-okay," Keitaro said. "But I don't feel comfortable with all you guys here."
"Oh come on!" Kitsune exclaimed. "It's not something that private! It's not like you're doing…"it" yet."
"KITSUNE!" Motoko and Keitaro both yelled while she giggled. ("What's 'it'?" Sakura asked Su who shrugged.) Komachi, who was blushing red because of the inappropriate talk, coughed.
"I agree, it doesn't seem like they should be kissing in front of us," she said.
"But how will anyone know they did it? I'll record it, then," Kitsune said, and she set the video camera out on a tripod she had obtained from who knows where.
"Kitsune! That's even worse!" Motoko yelled. Kitsune crossed her arms in defiance.
"Then what?" she asked.
"You're pushing us too fast!" Keitaro said. "No one's ready to do this!"
"What you mean is that you're not ready to do it," Kitsune said. "Just like you couldn't do it when Tsuruko ne-chan came over and Motoko pretended that she was getting married with you, though now it could happen…" Kitsune finished.
"Stop saying things like that, please!" Motoko nearly begged.
"Oh you two are two whine-babies, just do it!" Kitsune yelled. Keitaro and Motoko looked at each other, mentally noting and trying not to notice that they were really kissing themselves. They both closed their eyes.
"K-keitaro, I'm re-ready…" Motoko said.
"O-okay…" Keitaro said. Kitsune sighed loudly.
"Jeez, you guys don't know how to do this, do you!" Kitsune grabbed Keitaro hands and put them on Motoko's shoulders while she put Motoko's arms around Keitaro's waist.
"Now kiss!" Kitsune said and she tripped Keitaro causing him to fall into Motoko's face. SMOOCH! Motoko felt like she was standing on a million volt plug as something tore through her body. She felt wonderful, terrible, passionate, and other wonderful words she could not describe. She felt like something was wrong, but it was only an illusion and perhaps she was leaving her body. She fainted.
"Woah! That was one passionate kiss!" Kitsune said, for Keitaro had also fainted.
"Mo-chan!" Sakura cried out in fear.
"Keitaro-kun!" Komachi shouted in dismay.
"Don't worry, they'll wake up eventually," Kitsune said, and she left, she said, to do some "copying."
"W-what should we do?" Su asked, but before anyone could answer Noriko busted in.
"Waaah! Keitaro-sama is unconscious! Why? What happened? Tell me!" she demanded. Komachi sighed and picked her up again.
"Time to leave, c'mon Sakura," she said, and she walked out while Noriko was waving her fist and kicking like a small child.
"Okay!" Sakura said, and everyone exited the room. Keitaro woke up first.
"Mo-motoko?" he asked. "Wait…do I see…Motoko?"
A/N: Um, I'm sorry for that ultimate reekiness of a chapter, but how else could I transform the chapter from angsty lameness to almost funny ultra lameness? No other way! Okay, but this is actually to placate my release a chapter need and I didn't even bother to re-read it…don't kill me! I guess I'll ask you to Please R&R now! Any criticisms on the angsty to non-angsty would help a lot for my future FanFics!